We returned to that five room flat Now it was empty and this the last time Ther were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat Some of them are scattered Others shattered in my mind
Chorus: It was always three flights up Cathedral bells kept time
In the winter, a-chatterin' cold While the building shook like rageweed in the wind Stories from the heat pipes We were told But now they only leave me With a half-enchanted grin
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Bridge: Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view And towels warmed on oven doors To not freeze Was the only thing to do
I wonder if we kept to the fair warning 'Cause I can see it in the flowers Dyin' on the window sil I know we must be out by tommorow mornin' But am I goin' 'gainst my will